He glanced toward the stairwell door, then walked us deeper into the hallway, toward one of the old unused classrooms near the back. The kind of room that still smelled like dust and old test papers and someone’s half-eaten lunch from three years ago.
He pushed the door open and motioned for me to go inside.
I hesitated. “Why do I feel like this is where you reveal I’m part alien or something?”
“You’re not an alien.”
“Oh, thank God,” I breathed out sarcastically.
“But you are something,” he added throwing me off
I blinked. “That's less comforting.”
The door shut behind us with a soft click, and suddenly it was just me, Ethan, and about a thousand questions I needed answers to.
He turned to face me, serious now. Like... serious serious.
“When someone gets mated to a werewolf,” he
